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She could only moan, her voice broken, eyes squeezed shut as the pressure spiralled impossibly tight. Every nerve was lit up. Her thighs were shaking. Her body clenched hard around his fingers, so close to pure ecstasy.

“Let go,” he whispered, thrusting deeper. “I want to feel you come.”

And she did. The orgasm hit like a wave, crashing through her so violently her legs gave out completely. He held her firm, fingers still working her through every last pulse. She cried his name, as pleasure roared through her in a flood.

“You’re incredible,” Christian rasped, his voice thick and rough against her ear.

Chapter 14

CHRISTIAN

His fingers were soaked, still buried deep inside her, as her body fluttered around them in the aftershocks of what he was sure was the hottest fucking orgasm he’d ever witnessed. Merry’s breath was coming in ragged little gasps against his shoulder. Her skin was flushed and gleaming, and all of the above was making his cock throb painfully hard.

Jesus Christ.

He slid his fingers free with slow, deliberate care, watching the way her slickness clung to them and how her body flinched at the loss. She didn’t even know how gorgeous she was like this.

And right now she’s all mine.The thought slammed into him, white-hot.

His gaze snagged on the edge of the dresser behind her. It was the perfect height.

“Hands on the dresser,” he murmured against her ear. “Now.”

She turned her head, eyes still dazed. But she obeyed, moving slowly, her legs still trembling. He caught her hips and helped her pivot, his hands firm as he guided her to bend over the edge. With her palms flattened against the wood, her hair tumbled forward, still damp and clinging to her spine.

And, fuck, the sight of her arched and bare and glistening for him nearly undid him on the spot.

Christian ran a hand down the curve of her back, pausing at the dip of her waist, then lower, to cup her ass. He squeezed once, then spread her gently, revealing her soaked, swollen pussy, still flushed from her climax. His cock jerked in response.

He hissed a breath through his teeth. “You’ve got no idea what you do to me.”

His gaze raked over her one more time, then he straightened and reached for his jacket, still crumpled on the floor beside them. He crouched, found the inner pocket and pulled out the foil square. He tore it open with a flick of his fingers and rolled the condom on with practised ease, his cock hard in his hands. When he looked up, Merry was watching him over her shoulder, her eyes dark, her body still bent over the dresser like a gift he was about to unwrap all over again.

Christian’s mouth curved. “Did I tell you I was a boy scout? Always prepared.”

Merry huffed a breathless laugh, but it turned into a moan as he stepped back to her, one hand on her hip, the other guiding himself to her soaked, swollen entrance. He ran his cock up her, lubricating the tip on her slick pussy, and pressed inside with one slow, deliberate thrust, filling her inch by inch until his hips met the curve of her ass.

“Oh, Merry,” he sighed. “You feel like a fucking dream.”

She moaned, pushing back against him instinctively. Christian gritted his teeth, drawing back and thrusting in again, deep and slow, sinking into her like he had all the time in the world.

Each stroke made her gasp, her body still quivering from her orgasm. She was hot and tight around him, and he had to concentrate hard to stop his own release. He wanted more from her first.

He reached around, hand slipping easily between her thighs, fingers finding her pulsing clit. He rubbed slow circles, syncing his touch to the rhythm of his hips, coaxing her higher again.

Merry flinched and let out a sharp breath. “I . . . Christian, I don’t think I can come again. I already—”

“Yes, you can.” He stopped her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Trust me.”

He moved his fingers tenderly with little pressure. Just gentle, knowing strokes as he thrust in and out of her. Merry’s body writhed against him, her moans caught between overstimulation and a new wave building.

“It’s perfect,” he rasped. “You’re perfect. Let it happen.”

He buried his face in her neck, breathing her in as he picked up the pace. He stayed gentle and controlled but pushed himself deeper. His fingers stroked over her clit like he was painting her pleasure back into existence. And slowly, her tension changed. The sharp edges softened. Her moans turned to gasps, her hips rocked into his.

Christian felt the shift and smiled against her skin.

She whimpered, breath stuttering, thighs trembling. “Oh, God . . .”